Saturday, August 11, 2012

Poems 2012: Magic



Magic

I watch from a distance
But don't know the trick
I keep my awe quiet with
Things I can't limn:

Make coins disappear,
Sing high and on key
Speak French to the French
Or soothe a downed bird.

I've known those with this thing
A handful of dust
To throw in the air.

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